Warning: Female-centric post below. Males, read at your own risk.
This book is more than a gem; it’s a freaking major psychological breakthrough in understanding our favourite species—MEN. Those of the opposite of said species who are single or in love should pick up this book within mere milliseconds the moment they read the title or make known of its existence. Those who read it should recommend it to their sisters, BFFs, female friends, female acquaintances, female colleagues and fellow enemies even, coz almost everyone has something related to the contents of the book—yes, even the bitches. If female singers and musicians read this much earlier in their lives, we wouldn’t have heart-wrenching break-up love songs conquering the airwaves and topping the hit charts, if not torturing our ears to tears.
Thus, there’s no reason whatsoever NOT to read and recommend HJNTIY because this book is the ultimate saviour from those foolish female thinking, that bum of a boyfriend and the bummer relationship one is drowning into. Do yourselves a favour; be saved and save other females like you.
I was a fool not to read this waaaay back then when my mom bought this book ages ago, and only having to start reading it during the last semester break hols after downloading the e-book version (free download okay =D). I wish I read this when I was pursuing my last crush who turned out to be a silent jerk. I wish I could chuck this book in front of my ex- close friend’s face when she’s now so in “love” that she gears her life into revolving around this guy who is simply a perverted butthole. He comes up with unbelievable loads of bullcrap attitude and she blindly brushes them aside, which enough to make you bawl in frustration. Oh, and add this icing to the cake—when we, her ex-BFFs mention the obvious, she says, “I know him; I understand him”. With the famous, most intolerable not-even-a-friggin’-excuse MOTHER of excuses ever: “He’s not ready.” No, I refuse to say more.
According to HJNTIY, we females need not waste time on males who already give us hints that they are not ‘The One’. Hints are various as listed in the book; we only need to ring our realisation alarm bell, dump our current pathetic excuse of a male partner, wear our most comfortable-sexy lingerie and move on finding other potential, worthy males. This is because our biological clock is ticking away as time flies, and for the fact that the male species are ceasing in numbers (God help us with gays) and even lesser numbers of them who are decent. Our worries are enough—we don’t need to pile it up over pathetic excuses.
Men are simple and DTTP: direct-to-the-point. Their blacks and whites are clearer, with patches of greys here and there. They though, like to think of themselves as complicated and/or making themselves so [1]. Unless they are queer, we females should STOP making excuses for them being “complicated”, because they are not. WE are the complicated ones, and we should live up to the fact with grace and style. That’s why men rule the world, and we go shopping for Prada (ahem, a young woman can dream!) and later buy them a cute iPod cover or a guitar pick. If we were to rule the world, we would include inner wear and tampons as part of the aid convoys to war-torn or natural disaster-torn countries. That’s why one gender completes the other, because one is complicated and the other is not. Because opposites attract. Yin and yang. Balance. It is quite a refreshing afterthought.
So read this book you females shall.
E-book download link: HERE
Can’t wait to see the movie adaptation! xD
PS: I have nothing against gays/queers, I grew up surrounded by them on a normal basis (thanks to Mom xD) and still am. In fact, I adore them if they are a cute or a particularly hot couple. Most females like I am often see boy-on-boy action as hot. But when reality hits, it ain’t that hot anymore. More and more males are/turning gay these days (Adam Lambert? I can’t take his screeching anymore) and we females don’t need that. What will be left of us then?
[1] cited in HJNTIY by Greg Behrendt himself:
“Men are not complicated, although we'd like you to think we are, as in “Things are really crazy right now. I've just got a ton of shit going on.” We are driven by sex, although we'd like to pretend otherwise: “What? No, I was totally listening.” And sadly (and most embarrassingly), we would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You're not the one.”
Current drink obsession: Chocolate milk
